Tonight's Poet Corner: Subject

Subject
by Belinda Roddie

Soft,
desperate seeking
solace
on a wet pillow.

You dip
your whole head
of hair
into night's clichéd
silver. See,

pewter
would have
suited the situation
much better,

matching
the glow
of the chandelier,
matching
the sheen

on your tired
hands, matching
the decaying
tongue

of your lover
lost
in your
wandering mouth.